"I'm hungry!" He was always hungry, but that wasn't any of Scorpius' business. Hugo couldn't help it if his stomach was never full. He tried filling it as much as possible, but it never really worked.
"Yeah, well I dream about you too, but I don't want to sit down and have a chat about it," he said and kept walking. Hugo woke up every morning hating his empty bed. There was no one next to him, no warm body to press against. And, fuck, he shouldn't care so much. Scorpius had said several times that he wasn't interested. He needed to accept that.